The HOTBOX Presents: Funk Volume Cypher lyrics

[Verse 1: Dizzy Wright]
Yo, I just sold out the Brooklyn bowl
Now I'm in the lab like a kitchen how I'm cooking so
Y'all n*ggas soft as cookie dough, what's the hoodie for?
Me I'm silent as a rock with Allen Iverson rookie goals
1996 sh*t, the misfit
Knew I was a rockstar but didn't think it was this slick
Now I'm on your girlfriend's wishlist
I'm overlapping rappers making sure the caption on point
Tell 'em I got em, she can come through and be the next on the blunt
To be the GOAT, you gotta be disrespectful enough
These b*tches be setting you up after letting you f*ck
And I'm just hoping Donald Trump get jumped by Mexican thugs
Who down playing? Point 'em out so I can roundhouse kick 'em
The Soundcloud killer, never smoke a pound with 'em
Bumping Pound Syndrome by my n*gga Hop
Fans asking where is SwizZz, don't trip my n*gga, finna drop
Plus I get to live a lot from murder rapping I'm deserving tatted
I'm for sure I got the power like I'm Curtis Jackson
Y'all ain't making no plays, y'all acting mad
Smoking weed is a happy habit and I'm looking like one of the captains
Focus on my freedom as it was me then I would lead 'em
Judge people how we see 'em, that's how we treat 'em
And I'm missing my grandfather, wish I could go to heaven and meet him
To 2Pac, Biggie, Left Eye, and Aliyah
But instead I'm writing weed on this weed a lot [?]
How far have we come in 50 years since Malcolm X was shot
Setting goals even though we grew up in a melting pot
Put down who the realest, look around n*gga
[Verse 2: Jarren Benton]
I'm going in like a heroin needle, just hand me the eagle
n*gga your money short like Danny Devito
You a faggot, dirty dancing with a man in a speedo
Your whole squad trash, I'm no fan of your seagull
Gram a coke and a can of Doritos [?]
Jarren ain't that n*gga that abandon his people
I can land torpedo at your man in a [?]
My clique got that sh*t like hand in fecal
I'm truly weird, so unruly n*gga
The beat get p*ssed on like Drake in a movie theatre
So what you know about? Your momma wonder bout me
I'm a pimp, I smack a b*tch just like I’m Ronda Rousey
I'm grouchy, wake up, knock out your f*cking mouth piece
A field n*gga, record labels wanna house me
b*tch it's Funk Volume, we got a ill posse
So why the f*ck you sleeping on us like we Bill Cosby
f*ck 12, I hate Jay
These haters j*rking on my di*k like a Shake Weight
I got abandon the issues, I never said it well
I spazz on n*ggas like Diddy with a kettle bell
Oh my f*cking God, LOL
And when that gun go BLOW, you get that metal smell
Mr. Benton stay on with a few scraps
Your clique all b*tch like Orange the New Black, n*gga
[Verse 3: Hopsin]
Rappers where is your conscience? Is this a popularity contest?
I wouldn't be surprised if you showed up wearing your mom's dress
n*ggas buying nice cars but they don't even write bars
The mic's ours, we ain't attacking this sh*t with light hearts
I let my verbal chopper spray
The industry had locked me out, I hopped the gate
I'ma f*cking storm that you could not escape
You talking smack but we don't get shooken
Ask Lupe, we kick pushing
Will pull your card like we [?]
That's just the sh*t we do, I'ma boss I be getting loot
Slicker than Jiffy Lube
I been knowing since elementary school
On my momma, god dammit

[Verse 4: Dizzy Wright]
Yo, grinding with a message
f*ck all of my haters and that weak sh*t y'all requesting
Make we want to grab a f*ck n*gga by his necklace
DDT up on the stretcher
Even Logic could see that you n*ggas under pressure
Ok I know the feeling, everyday we see another police killing
f*ck a dirty cop, I'm screaming "f*ck you" if you rolling with him
Put a hole up in him, make me feel like it was formulated
Got me asking "Was this killing color coordinated?" Man I hate it
We want justice not justification
Somebody tell Obama that we done with the waitin'
The system is a gang related organization
Political racism that's still stuck in the stages of hatred
I thought we evolved, now these cameras catching it all
But we haven't, we backtrack, give 'em a reaction
And they wonder why my n*ggas out here red and blue flagging
Cause they turn us into hashtags the fastest
So I tell em don't paint me black then shoot me dead
Stevie Wonder couldn't see but he could use his legs
Walked on stage, used his head
Now think about it
But nowadays they would rather make a f*cking meme about it
They smile and laugh to keep us excited
Not knowing the main focus is to keep us divided
Yo I'm enlightened
They American sniping dudes on the block
You would think these police was Bradley Cooper with the shot, n*gga
[Verse 5: Jarren Benton]
f*ck all the sh*t that you talk, I'm as sick as my thoughts
I'm from Atlanta, I never was a fan of the Hawks
You could find me spitting game in your b*tch
Better aim it and spit
Paint the sky with the brains of a snitch
Put your remains in a ditch, I'm getting brains in the six
Reclining the seat, she gon' like the veins on my di*k
Them same faggots that clap you up be the same who dap you up
Thank god we made it through days darker than Daffy Duck
Funny how n*ggas rally when cops kill him
But when black on black violence is through the ceiling, n*ggas is chilling
I'm passing on the groupie pus*y, let my brodies have it
I'm out in Manhattan tryna f*ck with Zoë Kravitz
f*ck love, I ain't searching for no Cinderella
I'm blowing dope then blow my brains in a inner stellar
Rap is resting like the [?]
A little Wayne from the top so I'm rapping like I'm still in the cellar
Lord Benton, women
I'm spilling Pinot gris on my lenin in Venice
CIA invented crack with a sinister chemist
Long talks with God so my spirits can plenish
Listen, I do this for your grandson whose life was taken by a crooked pig behind a handgun
Y'all f*cking with Mr. Benton is ludicrous
Slice open my wrist and pull out the devil's computer chip

[Verse 6: Hopsin]
I'm more than hot bro, you saying Hopsin's wack
This is not happening today

[Verse 7: Dizzy Wright]
Yo if I'm there and high, I got the power, I'm prepared to die
Plotting on me, I leave you paralyzed
Stomp you in a pair of nines
They two faced it and I'm too wasted
Covered in blood and now he terrified, well now it's on my shoe laces
And I got your b*tch by the pool waiting
Patient taking photos in Kelvin Clein
I'm so ahead of my time, smoking the best that you could find around
Rockin' new, shout out to the stores out in China Town
Wipe me down
Follow no trash, you n*ggas is ass
I'm taking daps out of cylical glass
Hippy sh*t, get it and get a sponsorship
With a b*tch that'll would knock you out with a Roudy Ronda hit
It's guaranteed, my Dizzy OG hit the county lit
Canabis for the common sense, collecting it ain't no counterfit,I'm confident
n*ggas be nominated and non-chalant with it
Me, I just high times the sh*t and see how long the lines could get
I go line for line for this
Never mind the b*tch, out here signing tits
Took a couple shots so sh*t, I'm kind of lit
Shots at this f*ck n*gga like he only here cause the condom ripped
I'm just writing on some Queen Latifa comic sh*t
[?] got me in lab like a scientist
n*gga, n*gga, Funk Volume n*gga

[Verse 8: Hopsin]
I'm more than hot bro, Hop was born to drop flows
I shoot vids with [?] of vatos like George Orozco
Rabbits get flatlined like singers with [?]
I don't get slept on, it's hard to ignore Picasso
Keep talking your sh*t, my pockets are thick
Like Robin, I'm slick
You couldn't see me with binoculars b*tch
n*ggas all up on my DMs like "Hopsin I'm sick"
They asking me to put 'em on like an Oculus Rift
n*ggas that do this, don't make tell you this more than once
I'm on it early like Dizzy is with his morning blunts
FV comes together, we moving sick like an orchestra
SwizZz is out ill so at the moment there's four of us
You a liar for ever saying I ain't the greatest
I been inside the hyperbolic time chamber training
Rap super saiyan got your crew complaining
When the nuke is raisen
Homie two can play at this game, this is my rude invasion
You tryna floss on me, buddy I fit right in
Soon as I got some money, I made me some rich white friends
They show me how to save and get taxes back on what I spend
Ain't got no Lambo but if I wanted to, I could buy ten
I'm forever ill everlasting you can't [?]
This rap sh*t, I got it covered like Sway's dreadlocks